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... voluntarily let go of the gun.
In an instant, the firearm was in Si Fuqing’s hands.
Her movements were too fast for the other seven uniformed youths to react.
By the time they regained their senses, their guns had disappeared.
“Crack, crack, crack.”
Si Fuqing squeezed the guns as if they were coke cans, crushing them.
Until all the firearms were reduced to scrap metal.
With a serious expression, she spoke in a tone laden with significance, ...
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